Dec 30, 2008

Ode to a "Joker"

My dad has told stories of when he was a boy.                                                                                  


he talks of a "Joker", a favorite toy.



It wasn't a tractor. it wasn't a truck.


But a lttle of each, a strange looking duck.



Part Dodge and part Chevy, part Case and part Deere,


Pieces hobbled together.  What was what, wasn't clear.



It could plow a field, and cut down the hay.


Bring the boys swimming and plow snow from the drive-way.



My dad came to visit, imagine my pride,


When I took him outside to show off my new "ride".



His eyes opened wide, I thought he was pleased.


"What is that!" were his words, I thought "Oh Dad, you're a tease."



"Why, a joker, of course", a big grin on my face,


"It's a real beauty." (Perhaps not in this case.)



She plows and she cuts, she loads and she rakes,


The joker on my farm is all that it takes.


6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ha,ha, thanks for the picture and poem- I think that's awesome!

(Is that an old chicken coop too?) LOL


-Illoura

canadaroxieg9 said...

Love it!! :)

Roxanne

inthemeadow said...

Is it really yours? What all is it made from? Does it really work? Looks like something we'd own....lol!

Abby said...

Thank you for stopping by my blog and taking time to comment. We would love to have this property , the slide show pics on my blog. Just very concerned about the creek.

Happy New Year ! Send snow !

Blessings

Abby

bulldawglover said...

Cute Story!


~KAYLA

canadaroxieg9 said...

It is rather nice here~~too bad you couldn't come over for tea. hat would be sooo fun!

Roxanne

Dec 30, 2008

Ode to a "Joker"

My dad has told stories of when he was a boy.                                                                                  


he talks of a "Joker", a favorite toy.



It wasn't a tractor. it wasn't a truck.


But a lttle of each, a strange looking duck.



Part Dodge and part Chevy, part Case and part Deere,


Pieces hobbled together.  What was what, wasn't clear.



It could plow a field, and cut down the hay.


Bring the boys swimming and plow snow from the drive-way.



My dad came to visit, imagine my pride,


When I took him outside to show off my new "ride".



His eyes opened wide, I thought he was pleased.


"What is that!" were his words, I thought "Oh Dad, you're a tease."



"Why, a joker, of course", a big grin on my face,


"It's a real beauty." (Perhaps not in this case.)



She plows and she cuts, she loads and she rakes,


The joker on my farm is all that it takes.


6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ha,ha, thanks for the picture and poem- I think that's awesome!

(Is that an old chicken coop too?) LOL


-Illoura

canadaroxieg9 said...

Love it!! :)

Roxanne

inthemeadow said...

Is it really yours? What all is it made from? Does it really work? Looks like something we'd own....lol!

Abby said...

Thank you for stopping by my blog and taking time to comment. We would love to have this property , the slide show pics on my blog. Just very concerned about the creek.

Happy New Year ! Send snow !

Blessings

Abby

bulldawglover said...

Cute Story!


~KAYLA

canadaroxieg9 said...

It is rather nice here~~too bad you couldn't come over for tea. hat would be sooo fun!

Roxanne